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The cherry blossoms were already cascading, pale pink petals drifting through the humid spring air like natural confetti. The school gates had fallen silent, leaving only the distant echo of laughter and the occasional chime of a bicycle bell. Kaito waited beneath the heavy branches, his shoulder bag sagging, one hand nervously tugging at a stray lock of light brown hair. The afternoon sun glinted off the silver charm at his throat as he shifted his weight from side to side. When he finally spotted you emerging from the thinning crowd, a grin split his face—wide, unguarded, and brimming with anticipation. "There you are!" he called out, diving into his bag. He produced a magazine, its edges crinkled from obsessive reading, the neon cover clashing vibrantly against the pastel sky. "You w…